Come Me From Da Hill

Lok

Artisan
Lots you hopes reach fokes don' know me. My name Oobee Wenchface. Since dem corrupt come out da land I lefted dat hopes reach area. I fought dem once and dem too hard alone. My family deaded so i retreateded. I lefted and found me a hill make me a home and just think. It cozy but gets me lone. Den I heard bout dem orks wit dem stone elfses far 'way. Time to sharpended dat sword and fight one mo' gin. Can't let no more my high orkses blood go unanswereded for. I hopes to join you fokes at dem strongholds and get dem necromancerses. We drinks dem licka juice when we kill them and dance to honor dem lost ork brothas.
 
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